William Gram flexed his fingers then, balling his fists, wriggled his wrists behind his back.

The ropes were knotted tight across his chest, and his shoulders strained as they chafed the skin under his arms.

Twin ropes, tied to either of his knees, kept Will spread wide, as they took some of his weight; a new take on the old sex swing.

A thick drop of sweat dripped from his hair and slithered across his taunt belly, down between his thighs.

Swollen and strained Will's cock bobbed against his stomach.

"Are you nervous William," a deep accented voice whispered near his ear.

Will flinched with bound eyes and the thick rope obscuring his speech was slick with spit and sweat as he mumbled his doctors name.

"What was that William, I couldn't hear you, you'll have to speak up."

The clicking of a cap was his only warning as a cold stream of oil splashed across his cock and thighs.

Will couldn't hear the Doctor's footsteps but every nerve sprang to life when a finger gently probed his slit.

He moaned aloud at the much awaited touch and then louder when Dr. Lecter slipped a cock ring around him.

The finger continued it's caress and Will threw his head back at the mounting pleasure.

And suddenly it was gone.

"Are you dreaming William?"

Will turned away from the voice in his ear and tried to close his legs, anything to elevate the steady pressure in his groin, but they were tied to wide.

"P...ea...s..."

"What was that," Dr. Lecter questioned Will's other ear as he spread the oil across his thick buttocks.

"Peas," he groaned.

"Very well William. I suppose you have been...compliant," the agent could hear the smile in the killers words.

A thick finger followed a trail of oil down to his puckered hole, and Will's breath hitched as it shot in to him.

Slowly it worked him, adding a second and sliding over his prostate again and again until the blindfold was wet with tears and his cock wept.

"Please," he screamed behind his gag.

The fingers disappeared and were replaced with something much bigger.

The gag was pulled away just as Hannibal pushed in to him and Will cried out, his voice a staccato of grunts as the Doctor licked a wet stripe across his patients lips.

Doctor Lecter's tongue was serpentine and it took Will a moment to realize the blind fold had been undone.

The cannibal leaned back to stare down at the man he was consuming.

The special agent blinked up with dark dilated eyes at Hannibal's black stare. The mans hair was slick with sweat and he wore a crown of stag antlers that rose, monstrous, against the blood red wall behind him.

Will grinned up at his killer and he picked up the pace to a grueling speed.

Will's head lulled back," Hannibal Please," he moaned arching his back.

"As you wish..."

In the speed of one stroke the psychopath slipped off the cock ring and palmed the dagger sitting on the tall table at his side.

William convulsed,crying out, seeing stars the color of the sunrise...and a moment later he was convulsing for another reason.

Gasping, blood bubbled from his mouth as it streamed from his throat.

Hannimal continued to ride him and Will continued cuming as he struggled in his bondage for the life draining from his body.

Hannibal spilled himself inside of Will and as the twitching slowed he leaned in.

'William,' he whispered. 'The dawn is coming.'

"Are you dreaming right now Will?"

Will Graham startled awake in his doctors office.

Hannibal's face was blank as he stared at him.

The agent cleared his throat flexed his bare toes and looked around.

Fat flakes of snow fell outside and the sky gave the room a blue tint.

"How long have I been here?"

Hannibal sat back in his chair. "About an hour." He took in the mans disheveled appearance. "How did you get here?"

"I walked..."

Will explained his first episode of the day and Hannibal listened intently replaying the last hour.